Damian Priest Wife Novels & Stories

Until he realized this could be the perfect retribution. Marry her. Control her. Bleed her emotionally dry the way Elena had bled. Make her pay. The priest’s voice faded into the background as Damian glanced sideways at her. She was smaller than he imagined. Fragile-looking. But she held herself like a queen. That bothered him. Does she really not remember? Or is she just that skilled at playing innocent? As the priest declared them husband and wife, he leaned in slightly, his lips brushing the air beside her ear.

he whispered and I also took his hand with a loving smile plastered on my face as I got on the podium with him. “This woman standing right there with me isn't just my assistant..” Damian paused and stared at me with those affectionate eyes of his and I felt butterflies in my stomach. “She's my wife and we've been married for over a year now.” Damian finally dropped the bomb and Soon enough Cameras were already clicking, I felt dizzy from all the flash.. “If she's indeed your wife, why is she working as your assistant instead of being part of the board?” Another reporter asked curiously and I decided to answer that myself.

After Damian and Sira's blissful wedding, they felt ready to start a new life together. However, they didn't realize that a big challenge would soon come from a direction they didn't expect-the blessing of Damian's family, especially his father, who didn't approve of their marriage. Damian's father, a man known to be stubborn and a stickler for tradition, was deeply disappointed by Damian's decision to marry Sira. He had long planned Damian's marriage to a woman of his family's choice, one who would fit his family's social status and expectations.

I knew that watch. It was the one Damian never missed a family meeting without. I couldn't be mistaken. Vincent's next message came through: "That's Damian, right?" "He's out here planning to marry someone else and you're still playing the loyal wife he doesn't deserve." Vincent never softened his words. But I knew he meant well. And honestly, I already knew. Damian had gone five years barely sleeping to pay for my surgery. Days collecting debts for the family. Nights doing wet work. Early mornings at my hospital bedside. All of it for me.

“No, Annie! Don’t listen to her! Alice is a liar, I swear! The only woman I love is you!’ I remained utterly indifferent and spoke coldly. “Damian, I’ve told you, my husband will be Caesar. We’re happy. Keep harassing me, and you’ll regret it.” “No! Annie, let me explain! It’s all a misunderstanding. Please, don’t go...” When I turned to leave, Damian wanted to chase after me. But he was blocked by a crowd of reporters and could no longer see me. Damian quickly trended across all platforms. Everyone learned he had been having an affair. Not only had he cheated with the maid, but he also attempted to abandon her with his unborn child. The entire internet erupted in condemnation of Damian’s ac

The menacing boy warned his mother and then glared at me with blood shot eyes. "You are responsible for all this."He pointed his index finger in my direction. "Emeliano for the last time I am warning you or we both regret later."Damien came in between his brother and me. "She is a cunning witch brother.I saw her on tabloids.She got married to Davian Knight in a very private ceremony and what is more strange everyone listen she is never been spotted publicly with Davian and all of a sudden they announce a love marriage."Emeliano barked like a mad man.

“It happens.” “Since when? Last I checked, you’ve been a vault since Isabel died.” Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly at the mention of his late wife, but his eyes didn’t waver. “That was then. This is now.” Lennox narrowed his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern creeping in. “Who is she?” Damian didn’t hesitate. “Ximena Antonio.” Silence stretched between them for a full five seconds. “Wait—*the* Ximena Antonio?” Lennox asked, clearly stunned. “As in Miguel Ricardo’s ex-wife? That Ximena?”

She smirked before rushing back up the stairs to her bedroom to get something. . "He's my daughter's husband. Anyone have a problem with that?". No one answered. At the same time, they still didn't believe that he was really the son-in-law of Damian. Diana is already dead, why lie?. That's what most of them thought before focusing on the gambling and alcohol. Though their mind wasn't that at rest, Damian easily gets angry and if that happens, most of their lives would definitely be in danger.

This was, after all, an Eighshire Prince. “Understood. Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude…" Damian responded, guiding Sophia to the side. He fumed quietly, noting how the three didn't even look at them. Finally, Perla broke the awkward silence. "Is there something you want?" Damian cleared his throat. "The woman on stage is my ex-wife. If she's upset you, I hope you won't hold it against the Wright or Graham families. She and I have already gone our separate ways, and she's just here to stir things up." He dipped his head with a touch of flattery.

she whispered with a teasing smile. "Oh, right. Come on, priest… let’s finish this quickly," The crowd laughed softly, touched by how natural and beautiful they were together. The priest smiled and began, "Damien Barrett, do you take Lyriel Whitmore as your lawful wedded wife? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" Damien looked into Lyriel’s eyes and smiled. "I do. With all my heart." Then the priest turned to her.